--Now please please no please don't tell me now Crow Books, too...? I loved that place, the paperbacks shoved behind the other paperbacks on the metal racks because there wasn't space, the mostly sense that they just want to have all those nice books in there for you, waiting for you if you want - need - to discover something, and the bad lighting, and the rumply chair with its bottom rupturing stuff, and Mr. Shelling and his rectangular mustache and no employee recommendations and discovering Denis Johnson and Virgin Suicides and I just can't, I can't--